Friday, November 27, 2009

Ghost Town


It's a bit eerie, being the only one in the office. Normally loud with voices, printers, phones ringing, and people using their speaker phones unecessarily, it is so quiet in here that I have my iPhone playing (coughcoughTwilightsoundtrackdon'tjudgecough) to keep me company while I work.

It feels like one of those zombie movies, where people have gone into a hospital or an office building to find it utterly deserted. Or like that scene in Vanilla Sky, with Tom Cruse running through Times Square, totally freaked out because it's just empty. That's my office today. I am literally the ONLY soul here, and I only stay because someone has to answer the phones, should they ever ring.

The only phone call I've gotten today? Someone calling from home, asking for tickets to a hockey game, which I've already given away. Nice.

At least I'm getting a ton done. Hooray for a clean inbox.


Saturday, November 21, 2009

Just Another Day in WTF-Land

A typical work interaction:

Scene: I am calling another department to let them know that we have a contract signed for them. I help handle all of the things the CEO signs. Contracts are always returned to the department from which they originated. Sometimes the department refuses to take the original, in which case I file it away, forget where it is and ultimately never see it again. (Never fear, I keep scanned copies of everything, which I access regularly in place of the originals.)

Me (on the phone): Hi Kathryn*, it’s Jennifer.
Kathryn (spoken with a tone of disdain and a sprinkle of sarcasm): Hey. Can I help you?
Me: Yeah, I have this contract that the Young Gun signed for you. Would you like me to get the original back to you?
Kathryn: Usually we put the original in their personnel file.
Me (Pause as I try to figure out how this in any way answers my question. I take a stab at it): So, should I send it to the HR office, then?
Kathryn: No, the HR doesn’t keep files on our contracted employees.
Me (a little confused): Ah, so then who does?Kathryn (said as if this should be obvious): I do.
Me: So, then, should I send the original contract back to you?
Kathryn: Yes, that would be good.


End Scene

Please note that half that conversation could have been avoided, had she answered my question the first time. No one else seems to see the problem in this, as it happens daily.

Have I mentioned that sometimes I don’t exactly love everyone I work with?

*Name changed to protect the belligerent.

Thursday, November 5, 2009

When I'm 64

Maybe it's an odd aspiration to have at my age, but when I'm older, I want to be elegant. I want to feel like Audrey Hepburn looked in her later years. I want people to look at me and think I look like a true lady. So, when I came across this picture in the Sartorialist, I immediately felt I needed to save this and put it in a time capsule so I can refer to it in later years. Because this? This is elegance. This is class. This is timelessness. And when I'm 54 or 64 or 74, I want to look just like this.

Wednesday, November 4, 2009

A Job. Maybe.

I had an interview. My first in the library field since I was in college. This is exciting for two reasons:

1.) I really want to get into the field I think I was meant to be in.
2.) The job sounds like it will be loads of fun.

It is also scary for more than two reasons:

1.) It pays significantly less than my current job.
2.) It will be a huge change.
3.) I haven’t worked in a library for the last three years.
4.) It is in the field I THINK I was meant to be in.

I gave the interviewer, Jeff, a link to this page. I hope he is impressed not only by my ability to find cool shtuff to utilize in and out of libraries, but also by my witty repartee and mad blogging skilzz. I’m keeping my fingers crossed for this position, but I know that – being the first job I’ve applied for – it is kind of a long shot.

I’m trying not to get my hopes up too high, but at the same time keeping a mantra in my head – I’m perfect for this job, and it will be the chance I’ve been looking for.

Cross your fingers, toes, and anything else you have that is crossable. For me. Please?